I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Young people are working so hard, I am an old man who doesn't work hard, I am afraid that I am not qualified to be called'President (Deputy)'!"

The person who showed up is the roller skating, the glasses and the Mediterranean Sea seem to be releasing the "sun fist" in the fire, shining with light enough to blind ordinary people...

"Abe-kun, the old man is here to save you... uh..."

He flew radiantly to the side of Abe Temple at the bottom of the pit, glanced vigilantly at the morning mist next to him, and then hugged Abe Temple, half of his body sinking into the ground like a radish, and pulled out...

"Ok... so tight... so heavy... I can't pull it out at all..."

Hiroshi Tsuneta found that he couldn't move the half-done Abe Temple, which was unconscious.

"It's over, it's over, the rescue plan missed the most critical link..."

Yamada Kengo, with hope in his eyes, instantly turned pale.

"Vice President Chang Tian, ​​he has no power to tie a chicken!!!"

All the way to annihilate many earth-bound spirits one after another, causing everyone to ignore an obvious fact.

From a purely physical point of view, Hiroshi Changtian is just a middle-aged "puff man" in his forties with a thin body and a bulging belly.

Even if there is no huge pit below, it is extremely difficult for him to carry away the weak Abe Temple.

"Hey... hey hey... until now, I can only sacrifice my roots..."

He concealed his embarrassment with a sneer. Like a social animal coming home from get off work, Changtian Hiroshi untied his necktie with one hand.

"Treasure ten years, pray day and night, never leave the body's'out-of-print incantation tie'..."

With his other hand, he leaned into the mountaineering bag behind him, and drew out an eight-meter long knife with a hook on the tail and a spirit of rune on the blade...

"With these twelve procedures, eighteen times of heat, and 10,000 times of personal forging at a high temperature of 1,000 degrees, until the knife is like a castration sword that can be cast by a mirror..."

"Vice President Chang Tian... When you said this long and smelly TV shopping ad slogan, I was suffering from ‘free whole body hair removal’ service! 』

Hiroshi Tsutsuta did not draw the sword and cut it as Yamada Kengo expected. Instead, he hid behind him, and the tie he took off with his hand was wrapped around the one-meter-eight sword in a circle...

"...Teach you the corporate culture of "Ling Yi Xiang Tan She" that was summed up during the ten years of starting a business..."

"company culture? ! 』

Yamada Kengo looked intently and found that the back of the tie was covered with thousands of shinto mantras!

"boom!"

During the delay of a few seconds, the bull ghost hit again.

Yamada Kengo quickly adjusted his position and struggling to take another punch...

"Uh ah ah ah, what are you still rubbing, these big guys of several stories are about to crush us!"

Under this heavy blow, the cracks in the golden light of his body's upper and lower body guards were dense enough to be as dense as the lines on the surface of a cantaloupe, and they were about to fall apart.

"The corporate culture of "Lingyixiangtanshe" is...Except for the spirit world, we never judge heroes in terms of size and talent..."

Behind him, Changtian Hiroshi lightly held his glasses, as if dancing in a blessing dance, solemnly raised the long sword in his hand that was impermeable by the curse and tie...

"Let him hang up to the sky..."

Then, without hurries, he slashed away weakly at the bull ghost above.

"...I killed myself!!!"

The tie wrapped around the long knife, at the moment it was swung out, turned into a little bit of gravel like weathering, bringing his thoughts back to the best time ever...

...

Ten years ago, Tokyo, Saitama Prefecture, and Wako City.

"I am back."

The rent is cheap, but in a cheap rental house in Tokyo that can reach Tokyo within an hour, the thin-faced and thick-haired spectacled man said this in a voice that he could only hear, then gently closed the door and sat on the steps of the entrance.

Loosen your tie, unbutton the first button of your shirt, take a deep breath of free air, and then put on comfortable slippers...

This is like a series of actions like the "self-healing ritual" after get off work every day, he is so proficient that it only takes ten seconds to complete.

"Dad, you are back!"

A little girl who was about five years old and dumb, stepping on the lively steps of "dongdongdong", came to him.

"Xiaokui, why haven't you slept today... let Dad hug!"

"Well, wait a minute... hee hee, dad's beard is so prickly..."

He picked up his daughter in one hand, and the man rubbed his fleshy little face with his chin covered with scum.

Only at this moment, the repressive atmosphere in the company, the endless shifts, the endless phone calls, and the information that could drown people all disappeared into his world.

"Here!"

After finally breaking free from the man's arms, the little girl carefully handed him a small box wrapped in gift paper.

"What is this... a gift?"

The man took the carton with some curiosity, and gently unpacked the surface and opened the lid...

"Today is... Dad's Day... This is my mother's way to pick me up and help Dad choose... Mom said that Dad hasn't bought a new tie for a long time, and will be looked down upon by my colleagues!"

"Oh, Father's Day? It's really a good tie... However, everyone in the company wears a similar tie, and there is no need to buy a new one..."

Inside the carton is a very ordinary tie.

"After all, our goal now is to save enough down payment to let Xiaokui live in her own big house with a yard!"

As he said this, the man tied the new tie around his neck with tears in his eyes as his daughter looked forward to it.

"It's very suitable, Xiaokui will really choose!"

"Very good!"

"Woo...Xiaokui...Woo woo woo... Dad will definitely wear this tie and work seriously!"

"Hey... It's embarrassing for Dad to cry when he is so old!"

...

"Xiaokui...Although he is still a very useless adult until now, Dad has never given up. He has always worked seriously..."

By the time Hiroshi Tsugada came back to his senses, this long-awaited knife had been completely cut out.

"Daddy uses this gift here for the sake of his companions. You will definitely be happy too, right?"

However, the blade in his hand hadn't even touched the flames of the bull and ghost.

"Vice President Chang Tian, ​​you, you just make gestures, what kind of trend are you going?!"

Seeing the unscathed cow ghost in front of him, Yamada Kengo, who was wearing iron pants and a collar, and holding the flame giant fist naked, was eager to split, and expressed great dissatisfaction with Hiroshi Tokuta's behavior of "not working hard".

That's right, with the height of Hiroshi Tokuta, even if the 1.8-meter sword in his hand is doubled, he can't reach the "third leg" of the mansion-like bull and ghost in front of him.

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